#steeeve 🥺

[unearthlydust]

I’m still mad that Steve left Bucky in endgame. Now I’m not saying that Steve didn’t deserve to be happy and go back to be with Peggy because that I am happy about, but in a franchise full of unrealistic things like superheros and nano tech, Steve leaving Bucky after working so hard to get him back is the MOST unrealistic thing in the entire franchise. Because you’re telling me that Steve thought Bucky died in 1944/1945 went 70 years thinking he was dead (yes he was frozen for most of that but still), found out he was alive and tried getting him back just for Bucky to go on the run, find him again 2 years later and started a MASSIVE fight over him, lost him again so the Wakandans can get the shit out of his head, saw him again just to lose him hours later because Bucky turned to dust, spend 5 years mourning his best friend and trying to figure out how to not only save Bucky but half the universe just to FINALLY get him back and can now spend the rest of their lives together JUST TO LEAVE HIM AND NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN. and even if we take all of that out, if we learnt one thing from the Captain America trilogy it’s that STEVEN GRANT ROGERS IS STUBBORN AS HELL. So you’re gonna tell me that Steve is now spending his life with Peggy and not wanting to stop every major thing that happened in the U.S especially with fanons that the winter soldier was the cause of those major events.

Anyway I’m done venting now have a good day/night

Hi!

I understand they wanted to retire Steve and give him a happy ending, but making him stay in the past and hide his true self from others while also carrying massive ptsd and doing nothing to change anything that could undo the future doesn't sound like such a sweet ending to me... :/

[teruel-a-witch]

this little moment gets lost in a sea of big ones in this episode, but i can't get over that the FIRST word out of danny's mouth as soon as they get him out is steve's name.

steve, who of course insisted that danny is rescued first, who had saved both of their lives and kept danny alive long enough to be rescued, and with whom danny just spent hours alone with, steve is danny's first and only concern.

it's not like they were just gonna leave steve down there after getting danny out, but danny still had to desperately plead with their team to please get steve out. the exhaustion and blood loss probably getting to him and making him less than rational. it was that important to him to get the message across. many a time they said 'i love you' with their actions long before the words left their lips.

[spicy-cannoli]

Robin ropes Steve into playing Dungeons and Dragons with a some gay friends she made that are fine with her playing lesbian characters and don’t add homophobia for “realism”. She kept going “but Steeeve this is the only way I can express myself 🥺” until he accepted.

So he played.

Then he realised… he actually likes it? It’s an RP and Story focused campaign with less focus on the fighting aspect, and Steve falls in love with developing his Human Fighter (he’s that bitch). It’s only him and some girls who aren’t his type and he isn’t theirs. It’s the first time (not counting Carol and Robin) he’s able to hang out with girls without having attraction muddying the relationship.

There’s no sexism or homophobia or non consensual touching to PCs, because in their session zero they each discussed their no gos. Steve and Robin even managed to make it so their characters wouldn’t get in situations that reminded them of their time with the Russians.

As time goes one he keeps making characters less and less like him, and he keeps having fun. He and Robin go and play each Friday and they love it.

He befriends the girls, the DM, an out and proud punk named Rosa who Robin met at a record store. A cute cheerleader looking girl named Emma who Steve wouldn’t have guessed played such chaotic edgy characters (she was also the DM’s girlfriend). A short haired redhead band kid called Vicky Steve is SURE Robin has a crush on, and Michelle, a super funny girl who keeps playing bards that will try to sleep with ANY boss and npc.

Then Dustin finds out. He’s betrayed, he’s been asking Steve to join one of Eddie’s campaigns for years! After some guilt tripping and begging, Steve finally accepts with the condition that Robin is there, only to find out… they hate it?

It’s not that bad, but it’s fight focused and while the story is good, there’s barely any role playing, and Robin can’t have gay characters because she’s not out to them.

The world is gritty and dark and Steve just… isn’t interested. He hadn’t been exposed to characters treating women in taverns as objects before and he’s shocked to find out it bothers him?

Steve tells Dustin straight up that he didn’t like it, and their play style was boring to him and the Party is in a state of shock. Eddie understands, telling the party different people have different playing styles but the party is now offended, especially Mike who can’t believe Steve prefers this random punk girl as a DM to Eddie.

[babybluebex]

okay the resident steve girl has a thought. steve is clingy af. like he’ll follow you to the bathroom and sit outside the door to try and talk to you. and he’s going to ask you the dumbest questions just to hear you talk like “baby what’s your favourite colour ?” and you’re just trying to do what you need to do and you whine “steeeve, you know the answer to that. i’ll be out in a second. just go back to your room and wait” and he just ignores you and continues “i mean i know your favourite colour but like what’s your favourite shade though ?” and you put your head in your hands because he’s so relentless

yes you’re so right, he’s so whipped for you that he literally cannot stand being away from you for like more than 5 minutes and if you’re ever separated and come back to him, he’s like “i missed you 🥺”

[bucksfiles]

A Very Stucky Halloween

Hello again, is anyone out there?🥺 *waving from the corner* I've been so busy with work these last few months that any attempts of writing just stop abruptly. I just want to check in just to show that I haven't disappeared to a deserted island or something😅

Anyway, this is just me writing a quick Halloween fic for the boys. Enjoy!😉

“Steve, please put this on.”

“No.” Steve quickly rejects, crossing both arms in front of his chest.

“It’s only for a few hours.” Bucky tries to argue, with pleading eyes fully on display.

Steve only raises his left eyebrow.

“Steven Grant…”

“No! Fuck you, you do not pull my full name like that.”

“…Rogers.” Bucky finishes it anyway. “Work with me and put this outfit on.”

Steve’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out from their sockets.

“Well, you put it on then. Since you like it so much.”

“I can’t. This is in your size.” Bucky says, shaking the to-be-Steve’s Halloween costume.

“IT’S A F*CKING BEDSHEET, BUCKY! What do you mean it’s on my size?” Steve is now flailing his arms like crazy, pointing aggressively at the white sheet that Bucky is currently holding.

“Oh, come on. It’s perfect for you, you’re gonna be the most jacked-up boo ghost ever.”

“Why do I have to be a boo ghost and you get to be a vampire?”

“I’ve got the teeth for it.” Bucky says quickly, which is definitely false since Steve has spent enough time exploring the insides of Bucky’s mouth and teeth.

And no, Bucky’s teeth are not sharp enough to resemble a vampire.

“Now come on, the kids are gonna be here any minute now. Becca’s kids are also gonna be trick-or-treating here as well. So move it.” Bucky finally says, throwing the white sheet at Steve.

Steve is resisting a giant urge to stomp his foot like a child so he narrows his eyes at Bucky instead.

“Fine, I’ll put this on for one hour.”

“Sure, pal. One hour.” Bucky is fully grinning now, satisfied with his own effort. “Also, please take your shirt off to make it more realistic. Cause… y’know, ghosts don’t wear clothes.”

“EAT SHIT, BARNES!” Steve yells one last as he enters the bathroom to change.

If any of you want to read my fics, I'm steeeve on AO3. See y'all there✌🏻

[biteofcherry]

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1. Who you want to go on a walk with?

I want Steeeve 🥺 He'd hold my hand and be as into our surroundings as I'd be, and he's not afraid of being silent with me and it's not awkward.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Is it possible to have a sneak peak of the next fic 👉👈🥺🥺🥺

Sure, sweetheart!

Context of the fic I'm writing/planning right now:

This fic has affectionately been referred to by @baseballbatbucky (and now myself, in my own head) as the cum-whore-Bucky fic 🤣

It's also my first adventure into crack-treated-seriously in fanfiction but I promise its gonna be good. The "seriousness" is basically hard smut and the crack is, uh, improbable circumstances of how the super soldier serum works... I won't spoil too much 👀

Right now it will be nine chapters of shrunkyclunks goodness! The first chapter is 4.9k and ENTIRELY smut 🤣

Here's your sneak peak!

Mewling, crying, and drooling into the sheets, Bucky can’t help but whine. He needs this so bad. God, it’s all he fucking wants. 

“Yes, yes, please!” He moans, feeling the way his nerves are crackling under the heat of the flames lapping at him- turning him to nothing but a puddle on their bed. Feeling the way Steve is pounding into him. Fucking- Christ. He’s like a machine. Goddamn. His thrusts are so consistent and deep and- guh. Bucky’s fingers and toes curl as Steve throws even more of his body weight into his fucking, making Bucky’s pierced nipples rub hard against the sheets that he’s ruining with sweat and drool and cum. The sheets will be more fit to be burned than washed after all the filth they’ve been exposed to. 

Crazed as he is - being fucked within an inch of his life - Bucky keeps whining, “want it, I want more, oh, f-fuck, please! Want more so bad!” 

Steve growls behind him, his hands tightened on his hips, surely bruising, “yeah?” 

“Uun-huh!” He gasps, fucked out. Squirming as his raw nipples keep dragging on the sheets and he can’t do a goddamn thing about it, hands tied behind his back. Steve was so good at working him up! He fucking- he did what he always does, pinching and licking and biting his pierced nipples (he has a bit of an obsession with them) until he was about to cum- then and there. But Steve made him wait. Steve made him beg to be allowed to cum only to tell him that he had a surprise first. Bucky had felt his eyes widen and his breathing pick up, his tongue coming out to trace his lower lip. Always curious. 

Steve’s surprise is now crinkled and scrunched up - totally ruined - a couple of inches from Bucky’s left knee. It’s also wet with Bucky’s first orgasm. Fucked right out of him from Steve’s gold medal dick game. Test results. 

Bucky’s test results came in earlier in the week, showing no disease or illness of any kind. And Steve’s are just the same. Giving them the green light to ditch the fucking condoms that Bucky loathes so much. Shit. It’s all he’s wanted since they started fucking- as slutty as it sounds. He wanted Steve bare. He wants to feel all of him, nothing separating them, as thin as the layer may be. He wants his cum inside him, claiming him. Dripping out of him. Owned. Ruined. 

All of it. 

God. 

He wants all of it and more. Everything Steve has to give him, he wants. Even as bottomless as his boyfriend’s lust and desire seems to be, turned all the way up to eleven like the rest of his senses after the serum. All. Yes. Please. 

Now, neither of them is paying any fucking attention to the result. It doesn’t matter when they have more important things to focus on. Like the wet, hard sound of their bodies colliding over the desperate, needy sounds that Bucky can’t stop making. Begging for it even when he can’t use his words; too dumb and too full of pleasure (and cock, Steve’s fucking huge fucking thing). 

Bucky’s clothes are also forgotten and ruined, some of them strewn about on the bed, others on the floor. His shirt and boxer briefs ripped in Steve’s desperate haste to get him naked in order to ravish him. Ruin him. 

“Steve! Steve! Steeeve! Ohmygod,” Bucky cries, needy, eyes squeezed shut tight as he hangs on for the ride. He’s gonna have a friction burn after this, the sheets rubbing his nipples even more raw and sensitive but his cheek too- face down and ass up. 

They have a safeword Bucky can use at any point but he doesn’t want to use it. He wants Steve to keep going- keep filling him up even after he himself can’t get hard anymore and is so worn out that he might pass out on his cock. He wants Steve to use him to please himself. He wants Steve to be able to wear himself out and let go of his super needs. He wants it. God, he wants it sloppy, rough, and he wants cum dripping out of him. Steve’s cum. And now he can have it. 

He can have all of his cum inside him as much as he can have his pussy ruined from the goddamn size of Steve. The serum enhanced motherfucker. Stretching him so wide. Filling him so full. 

Steve growls at his begging, his body huge above him - caging him in and making it difficult for his muscles to keep holding up, shaking - as he plows into his pussy. Steve rasps, “gonna fuck you stupid-” Bucky’s arousal curls impossibly tighter, deeper. Yes “-until you forget how to be slutty and greedy like you are all the time-” he is. He is. So greedy. So slutty. He wants to be fucked out and stupid by Steve twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week “-begging me to use you whenever I need it. Whether I bend you, you…” Steve stutters and his hips do too, driving in deep and making little thrusts, digging his dick in so deep that Bucky swears he can feel it in his throat, choking him, “over the kitchen counter, the sofa, coming in the shower when you’re trynna get clean to fuck you there too, not that you fuckin’ care… God. You never fuckin’ mind, y-you always encourage me instead,” Steve stops talking to pant. His heavy, hot breaths humid against Bucky’s skin. “Gonna, ungh, gonna give you your fill. Gonna give you more than enough. Gonna keep fucking you good but al-also cum in you so much. Gonna- fuck!” 

Steve practically roars as he finishes. Losing control of his hips and losing all of his words other than a bone-deep groan pressed tight to his skin- his teeth bite into the tattoo on his left shoulder; dark, crooked branches with delicate flowers to offset the Edgar Allen Poe haunting-ness of the tree and moon hinted at in the background. His tattoos all decorate his flesh beautifully. His ink is another part of him that Steve is obsessed with - like his straight, silver barbell pierced nipples - it’s not something he was used to seeing until he acclimated to the current era. Now it fascinates him. He’s spent hours tonguing and tracing all of his tattoos. Hours and hours torturing him, playing with his nipples. 

Oh, fuck. Bucky can feel the phantom sensations of that mixed with Steve as he orgasms now. In the present moment. Overwhelming. And he feels himself melt into the mattress as if he himself had finished too, cumming right along with Steve. But he didn’t. He didn’t orgasm but it’s just so gutting and so good to feel how Steve pumps his release inside him. Hot, wet, and so so so primally pleasing to be filled full. 

He’s already had Steve cum inside him… however many rounds they’ve gone now, shit, Bucky has no idea, but it’s not even close to being old yet. He wants more. He’s hungrier than ever. Fucking starved for everything Steve can give him. 

He’s not done though. 

Steve isn’t done. He himself isn’t done either. 

Good.

Different from the previous round(s?), Bucky feels Steve start to go a little soft inside him now- around all the wet heat that may or may not already be leaking out of him. Before, amped up from the entirely negative results and knowing just what it meant for them, Steve hadn’t even gone soft between his orgasm and when he started fucking Bucky again. 

He does for a minute now. It’s strangely comforting, not because Bucky wants to be done but because of the indescribable intimacy. 

Nearly immediately, his cock goes right back to being hard though. 

“Guh-” Bucky moans in response, stupid for it.  

“Yeah?” Steve chuckles, voice rough and dark, hips grinding in deep. “You like this, don’t you? You love being fucked and fucked. One right after the other.” Bucky nods so frantically that he’s pretty sure he gives himself a friction burn from the sheets. “Good thing you have me then, sweetheart, otherwise you’d have to get trains run on you to get what you need. A bunch of faceless men, using this pussy-” Steve smears excess sticky wet lube (and hopefully cum) around his rim. Bucky’s insides clench and flutter. Oh. “And there’s no way you’d get cum in you that way… no. You’d just get back-to-back fuckings but that’s not good enough for you, huh?” 

Are you excited for me to drop this fic eventually? 😏